There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea: 195. The eighteenth dragon scale (5)

The eighteenth dragon scale (five)

An Yan is a little bit overwhelmed. He usually has a straight face, and there are many girls who have a good impression of him, but few dare to put on his cold face, and in front of him, a lady No, Linglong has never seen this before. And An Yan didn't think that Linglong was really seducing her. Her eyes didn't have any lust, but she seemed to be teasing him.

He took a cold step back, "These things are not important, what I want to know is-"

"You want to ask Dongdong?" Linglong sat on the sofa, with Erlang's legs raised and one hand resting on her cheeks, "But why should I tell you, just by looking at the faces of the two of you, you know there must be a close relationship?"

"He can't be my son." An Yan said with certainty, "I can't speak in front of my parents, but you are an innocent girl, how can you say such things to people casually? "

The two of them knew what those words were. Linglong looked up and down at the man, and suddenly smiled. Instead of answering his question, he said, "I'm hungry and want to eat food other than takeout." /

This is to send An Yan to cook for her, but how does she know he can cook? When An Yan started a business, he would hold back a lot of energy. He would not take a dime from his family, nor would he ask An's father to fund it. It was completely a market that he gnawed on by himself. Many times, when he was free, he would use the least amount of money. Buy some fruit and meat to cook by yourself, and practice good cooking skills. But he hasn't cooked for a long time. As a workaholic, he doesn't even have time to rest. How can he spare time to cook?

Linglong insisted: "Aren't you going to cook for me? You don't even want to cook a meal for your child's mother..."

An Yan felt that her eyes were full of light, and it seemed that she would cry in the next second. He nodded slightly, but still raised his hand in surrender: "I see, you wait a moment."

It's getting late, and I feel inconvenient to do anything. Fortunately, there are quick-frozen noodles, which can be thawed and boiled in boiling water, drained and drained to make fried noodles, which is convenient, affordable and delicious. Smelling the fragrance, An Yan was also hungry, so he made more, but Linglong took the pot away: "I'll eat it like this."

She looks so slender and slender, with no excess fat all over her body, yet eats a big pot of fried noodles all by herself on a night like this? Anyan had enough reasons to doubt whether Linglong could finish eating.

...then Linglong proved himself.

"Your cooking is delicious." Linglong thought for a while, "That's it, I will dismiss the cooking aunt tomorrow, and I will leave it to you in the future."

An Yan almost thought he heard it wrong. Seeing his expression, Linglong immediately said: "What kind of attitude do you have, shouldn't you? I've worked hard to make Dongdong grow up, and you have done a little of your responsibility as a father in the past six years, haven't you? You didn't! Isn't that what you should do? Compensate our mother and son!"

She said all the words, what can he say? Anyan sighed, "Although Dongdong looks like me, I'm pretty sure I haven't had children with anyone."

"Maybe you gave birth, but you don't know?"

An Yan: "..." Is there any man who doesn't know this kind of thing?

Linglong didn't give him an answer, but asked, "When will your sister come home? I want to take Dongdong to meet the big star."

Mentioning about her sister, An Yan's eyes softened a lot: "She has been a little busy with work recently, and has not been home for almost two months."

"I see." Linglong replied casually, "You and your sister have a good relationship?"

Actually, An Yan doesn't really want to talk to her about these more private topics, because his relationship with Linglong is quite embarrassing. His parents believe that Dongdong is his son and want him to take good care of their mothers. Men'erqing, how could Dongdong be his child?

"Are you thinking that Dongdong can't be your son, I'm here to corrupt you?"

"...I don't."

"It's okay, it's okay if you think so, I don't care anyway."

"Miss Long—"

"Call my name or I refuse to answer any of your questions."

"...Linglong, can we talk frankly?"

Linglong blinked: "If you want to ask Dongdong's origin, I won't say anything."

"That—"

"Shh." She put a slender finger on her lips, her brows were deep, hiding a light that An Yan couldn't understand. But then the light turned into an innocent and charming smile on her face, "Don't worry, you'll find out soon."

That night, An Yan had a dream that she was ashamed to open up... a spring dream. When she woke up, she realized that she was sleeping in Linglong's guest room, and then Linglong heard the sound of the washing machine early in the morning. He got up, put the soft and chubby child in his arms as a pillow, and slept comfortably again.

A workaholic is a workaholic, and he can't stop for a minute. When Linglong and the children woke up, An Yan had already gone to work, but he prepared breakfast for them. Linglong yawned and brought out two bowls of porridge. He sat on the dining chair obediently and peeled the duck egg shell, and Linglong brought the porridge over, just in time for the duck egg to be peeled.

He gave Linglong the oily egg yolk very sensible, and Linglong likes this kind of person who takes special care of himself when he eats, even if the other person is only a six-year-old child. He kissed the child generously, "Dongdong is really good."

The Dongdong child who lost his mother and could only wander alone, after completely disarming Linglong, relied on her even more than his deceased biological mother. My mother is not like this. My mother is too weak, so he forced himself to grow up quickly and to become smarter, because only then could he protect his mother. But the elder sister is different. The elder sister is strong, domineering, and unreasonable. Although she has some small shortcomings, she can protect him.

He is no longer afraid, and no longer sad.

The little boy with a red face and a fat face drank porridge obediently. Unlike other children who would spill it while eating, he was very standard in drinking porridge with a spoon. Fortunately, Linglong still had a little conscience, and he gave half of the egg yolk to the children.

The children still have two days off. Usually, they either go out to play or stay at home to play games. After breakfast today, Linglong took the children to change clothes, and he asked Linglong where to play.

Linglong squatted down and touched his forehead affectionately, "Take you to find Dad to play."

Children are not very happy. He doesn't like having a third person enter their lives. My sister is still young. I won't hug him again.

Seeing the child's loss, Linglong poked his apple face: "What are you doing with a straight face, exactly like your father."

"...he's not my dad, I don't have a dad."

"Okay, okay, if you say no, it's not, but you have to call it that in front of people, you know?"

The child doesn't quite understand why. The world of adults is too complicated. He is only six years old, so he doesn't need to understand so much, but what his sister said is the truth, so he nodded obediently.

Don't forget that the company's building is not far from their home, and they can take the subway directly. Linglong has a car but is too lazy to drive it. If you drive by yourself, you have to drive by yourself when you come back? Then what did she forget to do?

"What would you like for lunch today?"

The child thought for a while: "I want to eat fried chicken."

"No problem."

In the end, good-looking people have an advantage. Seeing such a beautiful girl with a child, everyone rushed to give up their seats. Some people think this girl is too beautiful. Although she wears a peaked cap, she looks a little familiar...

I don't know who recognized her first, but Linglong didn't care, she just blocked the face of the child in her arms: "Sorry, please don't shoot the child."

Who could refuse her request? At the moment, the person who took the photo with the mobile phone couldn't help but put it down, and the child also drilled into Linglong's arms and covered his face. He doesn't like being watched by so many people, which makes him feel very insecure.

Linglong may be the only person in the e-sports circle who has become popular because of her beauty. Many people say that she will definitely enter the entertainment circle, but as a result, people have no meaning in this regard, even the people who meet by chance Little, the word "fat house" is behind Linglong. If she eats, drinks, and plays casually, she won't feel bored if she stays in the house for decades.

Don't forget that the company building is very atmospheric. Linglong is standing at the reception in the lobby. Although she doesn't have a job card, she doesn't forget that she is a game player, especially the popular "Chasing the Deer". I want to ask who is the most powerful among the anchors of "Chasing the Deer". , who is the most famous, besides Linglong? Coupled with the unforgettable game exhibition, Linglong is amazing. It can be said that if you don't forget all the employees up and down, there is no one who doesn't know her.

And the company has just released the latest live broadcast platform recently, it must be going to the major live broadcast platforms to poach people, so everyone is not surprised that Linglong is looking for the boss.

But the boss himself expressed his surprise!

Linglong held the child's hand and stood at the door of the office to greet him: "Hi."

“Why are you here?”

He first got up to greet him and brought people in. He turned a blind eye to the inadvertent but curious eyes of the outside staff. He closed the door with his backhand. Like this, if he guessed correctly, the discussion in the company group should be in full swing by now.

Although he did not join the group as the boss.

"It's noon, so I'm here to invite you to dinner, right?"

Dongdong nodded vigorously: "Yes."

An Yan checked the time. It was already twelve o'clock. He was busy all morning and didn't pay attention to the time. He originally planned to deal with it casually. Maybe it's because Dongdong is too cute, maybe it's because Linglong laughs too happily, An Yan has no anger at all, and asks without resentment: "Then what do you want to eat?"

One big and one small in unison: "Fried chicken!"